Oscar’s II Turn (Five-Five)

While Calvin continued telling Sam and Bernard off for publicly showing affection, Oscar quickly grabbed their card.

“What’s this color supposed to do?” Oscar asked in a worried voice after the card he grabbed became an unfamiliar purple color on the back, causing others to pay attention to him.

“That means it is a competition card where players that meet its condition compete with each other. Sometimes, the winner gets a reward. Other times, the loser gets punished, but most of the time, the winners benefit from the losers suffering,” Ralph quickly explained.

“Hurry up and read it so we know who has to compete and in what,” Jamie said, a little worried since it could affect everyone at the table.

“Five-Five: Players on spaces that are multiples of five compete. The competition is a competition of height; the tallest wins while the shortest loses…” Oscar read, trailing off as he saw the rest of the card.

“Lucky us, nobody has to compete,” Calvin said, interrupting Oscar.

“Let me finish you over, eager idiot. The loser becomes five feet and five inches tall while the winner gains the change in height of the loser to the size of their cock in length, with the thickness and size of their balls adjusting accordingly. Move four, then begin the competition. End turn,” Oscar said with a loud sigh, knowing they were the only contestant.

As Oscar finished reading the card aloud, his Dwarf token stomped forward four spaces, stopping on the board’s fifth space. As it did so, the card in Oscar’s had pit out two cards that floated for a second and then returned to Oscar’s hand. Each card had a purple border, but the words were different. The first read, “Five-Five (Winner): Gain four inches of dick length and enough thickness and ball size to retain your original length-to-thickness-to-ball ratio.” while the second read, “Five-Five (Loser): Shrink four inches and reach a height of five feet and five inches tall.” As the card landed in Oscar’s hand, he felt a wave of heat pass over his body as it shortened and then focused on his groin as it grew, causing his average six-inch dick to become ten inches long and thicker than a soda can when hard with plum-sized balls.

“Not a word out of you, Calvin,” Oscar stated while giving said person a **** glare with a face frightening enough to scare even demons.

Secretly reading the cards, Bernard was immensely relieved; he listened to his intuition and took another card, or he would likely receive Oscar’s **** glare and have to deal with a sad Sam.

“I now understand why you said not to be envious of your size Bernard,” Oscar said after shifting around to find a sitting position that didn’t crush his balls or dick.